'Spiritual hope will be cultivated...' Photo: Ron Whitaker / Unsplash.
The holy city
'The holy city' by Reg Naulty
Therefore I have sailed the seas and come
to the holy city of Byzantium. WB Yeats.
The society will have changed;
people will no longer be like hard
billiard balls knocking together,
but interlocking force fields; love, the binder;
these are the basic communities,
they will be bound by foresight, and harmonize.
The hum made by their endeavour
will resonate like bees in flowers;
our conglomerates in space will spin and circulate.
Spiritual hope will be cultivated:
our capacity for God will be expanded
and burst into melody,
sacred, moving symphony.
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